TRILL830FINESSA - Snake Azz

See, I been out down the road and my toes steady cold
Cause I'm out in the snow, A to Z, better pay
Told her pick A to Z, yeah, she chose me a G
Told her, baby, just breathe, and the world will be straight

Trill
Aye
Know what the fuck going on, man
I heard these niggas hating on me

And I try to give them a plate to eatttt
Uh-uh
Aye

Aye
Aye, fucking with Trill, that's a hazard
You hatin' on a nigga, must feel like a bastard
Middle man sipping, I heard how you crashing

Living with bro, got your mama head scratching
Why the fuck Quan wanna cap on some bashin'
Mad, cause he miss on some motion and action
That boy, he dramatic yeah, his titties be clapping

Got the whole city on goofy reactions uh
Aye, I can't come to my senses
Throwin' them slugs, but too pussy to mention
Speak on my girl, yeah, she wet and exquisite

You know how we get it, my dick an extension
Aye, heard how he sending them news to them fishes
Let me just say, better pray and start wishing
Get off yo homeboy couch and get yo dick out yo mouth
And go get you a motherfucking mission

Aye, yea I said what I said
Little turtle head dick boy, get off the bed
Eat all the food in the house, what's next shit
Problem, my problem, I think it's the med's

Man, quit all that capping
Had you some work over here, now it's backwards
Gave you, yo name, after Flomilli had to
Cut off the snake from the plate shi I had to

Aye, talking that shit 'bout B and the three
When you was 830, huh, now you can't breathe
Aye, claimin' yo cousin, lil' baby

That shit don't amaze me
Boy, you ain't offin' no spring
Smelling like onions and Funyuns
I think really bunions

Boy, go shower, that stink
Cologne ain't enough, I just keep it a buck
Even kitty, gon go pop yo ass 'nd, make yo ass tweak
Aye, Quan silly, he think he, Flo Milli

Down on his dick right on top of his titties
Yeah, he talking that shit, then he calling my mama
He talking 'bout Rosie, get dilly
Aye, I ain't frontin' for shit, had to pull up and bust on his lip

Now he nigga real pissy
All his bitches just smoking, he ain't hittin
Smoking weed, then he itch for a mission
Oh, he saying, fuck me

Nah, nigga, used to give you a plate every day you was living
Kept it quiet all the time, you would cry
Cause you broke with no inches, you all in yo feelings
Blew my phone off the dome, just to ask for a ride cuz

Katrina wasn't giving, you ain't listen
Now you groupie, done think you, clicked in
At the bottom, my nigga, you sickening
Aye, boy, you sickening

You a snake-ass nigga over here
Tryna get some play off me
Tryna two-side a nigga when you was with them niggas
Like, fuck, nah, fuck that, bro

I'm doing my thing, you got it, you good
Keep yo motion, you got in yo lil' city
You a cul-de-sac, Quan, boy
You a cul-de-sac, Quan

You know I'm over here doing big things
All over the motherfuckin
All over the motherfuckin' state, nigga
And we finna go big with this

I'm telling you, 830's the motherfuckin' name
Remember it
2-9 Trill
Aye

Written by:
dillen ramos

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